Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.